‘Heading East,’ a Story

The doors slid open with a hum as a young man stepped into the store. He was gripping a pad of paper with chicken scratchings marked on it, which he had to squint to read. First, WD-40. He took a second, long glance at the next few items in the list. A blanket. Some dried figs, grapes, an apple. And a flashlight ...


‘A Moment of Relief,’ a Short Story…With an Alien

"Some kinda' green pus dripped down from the tentacles on the...thing. Disgusting. It seemed like there was a discharge every time it moved that arm. Had some kind of bandages wrapped all around it, they were dangling everywhere. With the claws of its right hand, it would grab at the other arm ..."